A Pair of Forest Poems

Coming Upon a Hidden Hollow

There is a restlessness here 
Where shadows sway and 

As sunlight plays across stones 
Half hidden by trees 
Left alone

To grow wild and unruly.
There are restless ghosts Too. 



Let us take this time, this grey evening that 
Remains after the light has drained away, 
Brilliant behind the skeleton fingers 
Of an autumn forest. Let us pluck at 
The unraveling sleeve of ebbing day, 
Try to pull it back from where it lingers 
At the threshold of what is passing. Night 
Falls without regard, without intention, 
Inexorably the world turns black. Let 
Us pause, then, just before. Let us delight 
In what is here. Let us drink dimness in. 
Forget that morning always comes. 
Forget That night will hold a somber elegance. 
Let us hold this dusk in hushed reverence.

Published by Juleigh Howard-Hobson

Juleigh Howard-Hobson’s work has appeared in many places, including Think Journal, Able Muse, Third Wednesday, War Literature & The Arts, Consequence, The Lyric, and The Tishman Review. She is a Million Writers “Notable Writer”, has won the ANZAC Award and the Alfred, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, the Best of the Net and a Rhysling; her fifth and most recent formalist book is Our Otherworld (Red Salon Press). ,

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